Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Like Me

Too Short, Mc

Rap like me, you'll go straight to the top, keep doing you're doing
And you're sure to get dropped a trick, nothings even up my sleeve
A million sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy
It's not a lie, I used to sell tapes on sunny
I used to the 40 bus around the way
Me and Benz, slanging tapes all these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start hits
You fronting Mc, I to cap
You hit records and you still can't rap I said it before

I'll say it again you don't me, ask your fans
When I walked into
The place was packed, Sir Too don't stop that rap
I rapping my rhymes, all the time, you got no rhymes
So you listen to mine I'm not starting a fight, telling it right
The best damn rapper who grabbed the mic
His name is Too Short, now shut mouth
In '81 I was the house, I'm a hustler, baby, coming up
I hustle every day and I sell drugs

I run no gangs, don't shoot no dice
Gave the same damn speech to the Vice
But if you keep pushing, just you
they see me on the strip, coming through
I break it down so vicious break your back
With the so loud playing Too Short raps
That's it, I'm set no need to talk that
I need a, Oak town, big sound just enough beat to get on down

So, you rappers listen to mine, you wouldn't catch
Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes call my rap trash, jam the
Put a sticker on the cover, X-rated funk, it's me
You say I won't go far but I won't stop 'cause I rap so hard
From to New York, back to California
I bumped your girlfriend, say I didn't warn ya
All time you said she's your hoe you really shouldn't give
Baby all that dough she gave it all to me 'cause I fuck so

I on the girls in my neighborhood 'cause when I'm freaky
I rap, I spit a rap to a freak, I rarely ever think a sucker Mc
I go platinum, it's like slapping 'em, bitch
Short Dog in the house, starting some shit, Mc's and Mc's roll
But the albums they make never go
When I was young, I I'd be one of the best
Every I made a song it came out so fresh
I was the King of the Oak town, spitting my

10 years later, ain't nothing changed the boss of the bay
And I know what they say they me Godfather
And they you gay get with it, it's 1990
Your out there trying to find me
She heard me, I fucked her best friend
I she wants to see if I can do it again
You want to be like me, so bad
The impossible all you Mc's had

If you could rap me, you wouldn't have the dream
Start rapping quit flapping like a chicken
If could rap like me, they say so great
But when they talk you, they say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget, the way I make you feel
Mc's you, I've seen 'em before, you keep on saying fuck Too Short
But I'm a better Mc than you and ain't a thing you can do, but trip

On the TV screen, in the magazines when they you
You make up things, you're on an ego trip
And you're fronting like down, you're not the first real rapper
From the Oakland town, you're a new Jack, and you can't even rap
You wanna trip? Trip on that I'm like Mc checking hoes tonight
If not a real rapper, get off the mic 'cause with a fake Mc
A song's never complete you'd learn to rap like me

you want to be like, Too Short
Thought you to be like, Too Short

Whenever I rap, you call it I'm tearing up shit up like
The Acorn boys on street, I got a big freak, until you learn
To speak, you're weak 'cause it's the Oak town
And they all get down to the rhythm of the Too funky sound
It goes boom, on ya
Crew from Oakland, California
Just don't front 'cause Dog is hard, if you answer my rap

I your ass apart just like this, it lasts forever
You a song and I make one better
You say I cuss, I say you're
eyes pop open like paper plates, you fronting Mc, I hate to cap
I make hit records with the vicious raps, I said it before, say it again
The boy ain't nothing but one of my fans silicon titties

Can you feel 'em? How can a rapper get with a real one?
Shit, I'm rapping man
I like you like the Klu Klux Klan want to front on me?
My posse got a real Mc, Too and it don't stop
And it don't stop, and it won't 'cause I'm Too Short baby
On the microphone and I'm

Thought you want to be like, Too
Thought you want to be like, Too
you want to be like, Too Short
Thought you want to be like, Too

Now back to the subject, my boy Mc you say
You can't rap like me, rappers me make real hits
Rappers like you talk bullshit, I my boys there's a new
Funky in town, you're trying to be like James Brown
If I couldn't be me, who would I be? I damn wouldn't be
A sucker Mc I'm not like you, my game is true

I pimped these and I pimped you, Too 'cause I'm boss
And boss makes the rules, you disobey and you be a
One, remember how it all began don't guess, the is Oakland
Two, you'd learn to rap like me or you like to be a fake Mc
Three, never talk down on a
I wouldn't care if you was Astaire
Last but not least, number four don't ever with Too Short, bitch

Thought you want to be like, Too
you want to be like, Too Short